Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Reflection?


REFLECTION?

What I see is not me
Just a part of me.
What appears so soothingly suave 
is actually a farce!
I knew it all along
but let it be -
letting it hide in the corners
of the darkening alleys 
of my grey heart.
"Who would know?"
I asked myself.

"I will" she answered
and there she stood
in all her grace -
black soot -
not a trace.
It was me,
the whole of me,
the one that was really Me.

And then, I realized.
It was all a reflection,
in a mirror 
of my true self 
a wounded vulturous vine
that had revealed to me-
MYSELF as ME!


35 comments:

Deborah said...

I absolutely loved this, so well written!

Jinksy said...

Vulturous? Could that not have been voluptuous? I bet it'd be more like the real you... But I enjoyed the poem, nevertheless. :)

Martin H. said...

Things are rarely what they appear to be.

Reflections said...

Powerful words, seeking the hidden truth of oneself. Nicely done.

umapoems said...

You have reflected your poem beautifully!

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

ask a true friend, they are the best mirror

Mary said...

It would indeed be wonderful if a mirror would reflect one's true self. Beautiful poem.

Terresa said...

A foreboding piece, timely as Halloween is right around the corner. "Black soot, grey heart, and darkening alleys all point to mystery and chills.

Great Mag!

kathew said...

well done!

Jingle said...

you did a beautiful job..
realization is fascinating...a process to grow.
smart magpie.

anacronk said...

Wow, rather haunting. . .

Sue J said...

Beautifully written. I enjoyed reading it.

Brian Miller said...

if only we could see beyind the reflection that stares back at us...very nice verse...

Claudia said...

the one that is really me..many layers that reveal a person's heart and let us see..nice write

Leo said...

yes, sometimes, we do only see part of ourselves in a mirror :)

My Magpie is Here

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Leo for your comment. Yes, we are so broken up in little pieces of ego, etc that we seldom get to see the whole of ourselves, the way it was supposed to be!

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Deborah. With your comment, I supposed I can continue contributing for more magpies.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Jinksy. I am happy that you enjoyed the poem. That was my main objective.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Very true Martin. We all are caught in disguises and farce.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Reflection. That is a lovely piece of encouragement.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Uma. The same with yours.....

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Very true Rene. A friend is the real reflection but sometimes, even that can be a farce... So the soul is the only friend. What say you?

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thank you Mary. Mirrors seldom express the real US. We see what we are at that moment...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Teresa. Didn't realize Halloween was so near. But yes, mirrors seldom reflect the real ME...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Kathew. Liked your poem too.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Jingle. Loved your appreciation. Encouraging.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Anacronk. Did not want to make it exactly haunting but it turned out that way. Didn't it?

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Sue.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Yes, Brian, the mirror is what we see, what we want to see, whether it is true or not!
Thanks.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Claudia. The mirroring ways of life!!

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Claudia. The mirroring ways of life!!

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

the one that is really me..many layers that reveal a person's heart and let us see..nice write

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Uma. The same with yours.....

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

It would indeed be wonderful if a mirror would reflect one's true self. Beautiful poem.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Things are rarely what they appear to be.